Iris knew that if her magic never returned, she would still die before him. If the makers above were kind enough to allow her to live to an old age, she would be lucky to spend another fifty years by his side. However, the fact that Lord Kieran was a demon lord meant her life would be in constant danger due to his enemies.
"Without my magic, my life is fleeting compared to yours, milord." She reminded her mate. Forever seemed impossible for the two of them now. He was a darkling, cursed to live forever, never be able to die no matter how much he wished to, and she, a mortal human who could only love him with everything that she had.